The thing with January, or at least the thing with this January, is that I’m disinclined to do anything at all (except, possibly, the occasional shiver), a disinclination that extends to refusing to go to the gym (however much my burgeoning circumference suggests that I ought), spurning tidying up (although I do locate my PDA, pretty much where I thought it would be but was unable to find it before) and abandoning the quest for world peace for the day at least, which I hope you’ll find to be at least mildly understandable.
I watch most of Season Four of Seinfeld, from The Pitch to halfway through The Contest where the tape runs out and I go to bed. As I have mentioned ad nauseam I love the mechanics of this series and this season is my favourite (should I get the opportunity to watch it all the way through. That would take about eight hours, though. Even I might find it difficult to cultivate that level of torpor.